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“Smile for the cameras, baby.” Thomas said to you, his daughter as they got out of the limo, the camera flashes practically the pair as they walked to the venue that was hosting a charity even that he had been invited to. He kept a protective hand on you‘s back, ignoring the paparazzi and journalists who were trying to get his attention.
Thomas was famous. Famous and rich. Very very rich. He didn’t want to brag, (he definitely did) but he was one of the richest men in the world. How was he this rich? Making weapons. Thomas was incredibly smart, and he used this intelligence to create world renowned weapons, weapons that were revolutionary.
Then of course, there was his daughter, you. He loved her more than anything, and would buy her anything she wanted and would literally die for her. She was really the best thing in his life since her mother and his ex-wife, Beth, cheated on him, took half his money, and practically disappeared off the face of the planet, sending you a birthday and Christmas gift twice a year and never visiting her.
Thomas had been devastated when Beth left him, and began drowning himself in his work, going out more, and brushing you off. He thought that he could keep you happy by buying her things or taking her on expensive vacations, but hadn’t realized how far their relationship had deteriorated.
He’s greeted by a few of his buddies when he and you stepped inside the grand dining room, and he led her to a table meant for them. “Stay here, okay.” He said, patting her arm, and left her alone like he usually did at parties.
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